"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

Chapter 70: A Night of Silent Footsteps

The night air was crisp and silent as Seraphis soared through the skies, her white raven form cutting through the darkness like a phantom. Below, the sprawling lands of Queen Alice’s kingdom stretched endlessly, bathed in the glow of the moon. It had been days since she left Shambell, days since she had orchestrated a silent revolution. Now, her work was done.

She folded her wings, diving toward the castle. The grand towers, standing like vigilant sentinels, barely concealed the secrets within. With practiced ease, she slipped through an open window, landing gracefully in one of the lesser-used hallways. The guards patrolled regularly, but to her, they were merely background noise.

Silent as a shadow, she moved.

The halls of the castle were just as she remembered—polished marble floors, intricate chandeliers, and guards stationed at every key point. But she had memorized every blind spot, every hidden passage. This was her home, after all.

Seraphis made her way toward the Queen’s private office. The room, located deep within the castle, was well-guarded, but human predictability was an assassin’s greatest advantage.

She picked the lock with a flick of her fingers, slipping inside before anyone noticed.

The room smelled of parchment and lavender-scented candles. A fireplace crackled gently, casting long shadows against the grand mahogany desk. She smirked, settling herself onto the couch, waiting.

Minutes passed.

Then, the door creaked open.

Queen Alice stepped inside, gracefully shutting the door behind her. She stretched her arms, sighing tiredly, clearly expecting to be alone. But as soon as she turned, her sharp blue eyes locked onto Seraphis lounging on the couch.

A flicker of shock crossed the Queen’s face before she composed herself.

“Why do you always appear everywhere?” Alice muttered, rubbing her temples.

Seraphis grinned, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward. “Wow, no ‘welcome back’? I bring you good news, you know.”

Alice sighed, walking to her desk. “Go on, then. What trouble have you stirred up this time?”

Seraphis smirked. “Oh, nothing much. Just toppled a kingdom, rearranged its leadership, and ensured peace instead of war.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “You mean the new king of Shambell?”

Seraphis nodded. “You should be happy. He’s on his way here to sign a treaty with you. No war, no needless bloodshed. Just peace.”

Alice stared at her for a long moment before finally speaking. “And why do I get the feeling you orchestrated all of this?”

Seraphis chuckled, standing from the couch. “Because I did.”

Alice walked to the window, pushing it open. The cool night breeze drifted inside, rustling the documents on her desk. She didn’t turn to face Seraphis, but her voice was softer now.

“You always move in shadows, playing this game of yours.” She exhaled. “But for once… I think you’ve done something truly good.”

Seraphis smirked. “What can I say? I live for surprises.”

She stepped toward the window, perching on the ledge. The wind ruffled her hair as she turned back to Alice, giving her a lazy salute. “Have a nice day, Your Majesty.”

Alice frowned. “Seraphis, wait—”

But before she could finish, a knock echoed against the door.

Alice’s attention snapped to the entrance. The voice of one of her guards rang through the thick wood.

“Your Majesty, the King and Queen of Shambell have arrived.”

Alice’s eyes widened slightly. They were already here?

Seraphis gave her a smug look before slipping out the window, vanishing into the night like she had never been there.

Alice sighed, straightening herself before calling out. “Let them in.”

The doors opened, and in stepped King Aldric and Queen Evelynn of Shambell.

Aldric carried himself with quiet confidence, his royal attire a stark contrast to the man Seraphis had met days ago. His deep blue eyes flickered with intelligence, but there was no trace of arrogance. Beside him, Queen Evelynn walked with measured grace, her presence calm yet unwavering.

They took their seats before Alice’s desk, neither wasting time with pleasantries.

Aldric leaned forward, his voice steady. “Let’s form an alliance.”

Alice’s fingers drummed against her desk. Seraphis was right—he wasn’t like his father. There was strength in him, but also reason.

She studied them both before speaking. “Terms?”

Aldric and Evelynn exchanged glances before placing a document on the desk.

“A formal peace treaty,” Evelynn explained. “An agreement between our kingdoms—no war, no hostilities. Trade routes will be opened, commerce restored, and military aggression will be off the table.”

Alice’s gaze flickered over the parchment. It was a fair agreement.

And yet, she knew better than to trust words on paper.

She leaned forward. “And what guarantees do I have that you won’t turn on us in the future?”

Aldric met her stare. “Because I’m not my father.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then, slowly, Alice exhaled.

She took a quill, dipped it into ink, and pressed it to the parchment. The royal seal of her kingdom was imprinted alongside Shambell’s.

An alliance was born.

Outside, perched on the castle rooftop, Seraphis watched through the window.

She smirked. The game was over.

For now.